Objective Obstruction

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Location: Eriadu, Outer Rim
Time: Afternoon
Participants: @Darasuum
Theme: You Feel Me <> Born I Music
OOC: here

People steal froom other people all the time. Usually the thieves continue to be thieves. THe good citizens continue to be good citizens. They loathe one another for their differences in social status but they all share the same galaxy. Some sit in the canopy of their metaphorical jungle while others wriggle around in the dirt. However it is less common when a thief steals from another thief. Is it stealing if its already stolen? Those were the types of perspectives spoken in university classes or by stoned school kids buying drugs with their parent's money.

Cyzyn-Itza-Rus obeyed the natural order. He was the natural order. Nature had its own agenda regardless of others and the Tiss'shar was here to see it completed. The place he had in mind needed Colonists. There were slaver ships passing through Eriadu, under the radar. The scaled Jedi Exile did not know exactly who, or how many. He did not need to. He just needed to know where. There were shadows where mold and creatures frequented. If one wanted to reap these things then all they had to do was bring the tools and wait at the proper location.

The man wore his Drake Heavy Armor today. As usual he wore his lightsabers on underneath the cloak. The ashen colored cloth protected details of his being from prying eyes. However that did not hide his two meter tall frame nor the spikes and ridges that ran along the edges of his armor as well as up and down his spine. They used to have just been bony masses at the top of his head but had since become sharp spines that crested his head and ended at the tip of his tail. The rest of his usual equipment was on his person and he wondered just how much of it he would need for the day.

 

[Christopher Harlow]

Most people that wanted something from Nem'ro the Hutt had to wait in a queue to most likely be told no, especially if it required the use of personnel in a potentially dangerous mission. Only a few people had direct access to requesting such aid, all of them on a first-name basis with the Hutt's lieutenant. The fact that a request came in to that secure line from one not on that list intrigued Seyfer enough to investigate and humor the individual. The request was one he personally believed in as well: Slaughtering a group of slave smugglers on Eriadu. He'd wanted to visit the planet for a while now anyway, so he sent a message back saying he would be coming to help out this Cyzyn in person. When he saw the man, a Tiss'shar, something else intrigued the Elensalite as well. Just like the Shistavanen he had met recently, there was something exotic about the reptilian man that raised more than just his interest. That would be something they could speak of after the mission, though.

Seyfer was dressed in his usual Contractor's armor, his Entropic Blade already in one hand with his blaster drawn in the other. While in the hands of a regular human the sword would be required to be held in two hands due to the weight alone, Seyfer was stronger than that and could use it one-handed effectively. He also had his grenades hidden in his armor, ready to be used as needed. They found themselves in a remote docking platform away from the usual traffic, labeled as abandoned yet very much occupied by the smugglers they sought. Business must have been good enough to bribe people to stay quiet, yet there was no amount of money that would save their lives this day. There were a total of twelve dead men walking, with mediocre equipment at best in their hands or at their sides. Looks like they weren't expecting much trouble. To be fair, they couldn't have foreseen what was about to befall them.

Cyzyn would be on the other side of the docking area, as the plan had called for them to divide the group and take them down in smaller bunches. To that end, Seyfer used the hilt of his sword to tap against a nearby metallic crate he was using for his cover. The sound seemed to catch their attention, though perhaps they were just really jumpy as a full nine of their number started to come his way to check. With a silent curse the Elensalite placed a fragmentation grenade in the grass where he was sitting before moving to a different place of cover. He stowed his blaster for the moment to take out his commlink, the explosives linked to the communication tool for remote detonation. Hopefully they would all gather around the area when they came by and not spread out to search for him. Hopefully this would open up an opportunity for Cyzyn to get into better position.

@Darasuum

((OOC: Rolled a 2 for a diversion))

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was not sure how Seyfer Quasar would get the attention of the smugglers. He waited around a corner, listening to the various low lifes talk among one another. When there came a loud metalic bang and the suspicious tones of the smugglers raise in a tense manner he knew that was likely it. Many foots tapped against the deck of the landing platform as they moved to check it out. It looked to the Tiss'shar like the leadership had stayed put for the most part while their underlings went and did the dirty work. Maybe they were expecting someone else. He doubted they were expecting two such beings as Seyfer and Cyzyn-Itza-Rus.

Remaining to the shadows he peaked around the corner for a moment. The four remaining were all looking towards the sound caused by the Elensalite. They would return to their jobs, confident the squad of hooligans would return to them in a few minutes. While he had some confidence in the man who had provided the distraction, Cyzyn-Itza-Rus planned on dealing with the four closest to him and then flanking those that were unknowingly walking into the Vigo's trap.

For a half second the Tiss'shar focused the force into his legs and drew his two lightsabers. He refrained from activating them for the time being. The taloned tips of his claws would normally dig into the deck slightly at this point but it was the toes of his armor this time. That was the reason he liked this suit of protection. It still afforded him the benefits of everything he could do in light armor, minus a little bit of speed while still being able to literally tear through his enemies.

Pushing off with one foot an a moment later the other he bursted out of cover. He moved directly towards the two closest. The next two were beyond those. Halfway he activated his two sabers, and plunged them through the chest plates of the smugglers that had only moments ago been speaking to one another. Two down. He thought to himself.

@Insalius

 

[Christopher Harlow]

Seyfer had only just managed to fade into the shadows when the larger force of smugglers came over to where he had made the noise, though some of their sharp eyes must have spied some movement as they started looking his way, or at least in his direction. Most of them were around his grenade, though, something that he primed with his commlink to catch them in the blast. What wasn't expected was for some of them to move out of range towards him at the same time a cry came up from the landing pad itself. It seemed that they had seen Cyzyn and were surprised to see a two meter tall murderous and attractive reptilian man coming at them. If only he'd been a bit quicker, he'd have gotten more in the blast. Oh well, some bodies were better than no bodies.

The frag grenade exploded, taking out five of them in a flurry of blood and gore. The survivors could only look aghast at what had happened, as if they couldn't believe that a solid chunk of their number had just disappeared. It certainly would have the effect of keeping the heat off of Cyzyn for now, though, as they were now looking around for whoever had thrown the grenade that had killed their friends. Some were moving closer to his hiding spot, a darkened alley of storage containers. Seyfer would have smiled if he could, hand tight around his Entropic Blade's hilt. Just a bit closer. He'd been wanting to test the edge of his blade for some time now. Maybe he'd feel sated when he was covered in the blood of his enemies. Hopefully that wouldn't be offputting to his partner. He still had a favor to ask, when this was done.

@Darasuum

((OOC: Rolled a 6 on evading the guards and rolled a total of 5 on killing them with the grenade))

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The two that Cyzyn-Itza-Rus had impaled in a flash were dead before they hit the ground. The other two however had enough time to hear the clacking of the Tiss'shar's armored claws on the deck. His heavy weight may have assisted in their awareness or perhaps they were just that skittish. Whatever the reason they saw him take down their cohorts with enough time to let out a loud surprising cry of terror, enough to alert the others that had gone to check out the noise Seyfer had made earlier. They could be turning back to come and see if the Elensalite had not taken them all out already.

The reptilian jedi exile did not move from his position. Instead, after removing his blades from the bodies of the now deceased smugglers he raised both armor clad clawed hands and pulled them sharply towards him. It was short and sudden, like yanking on a leash. Both men would continue to yell in protest as they arched through the air only to be cut short as the Tiss'shar sliced them both like they were fruit on a data-pad game for kids. As their bodies hit the deck he snarled in satisfaction. Both bodies fell and rolled past him, all four parts of them.

Turning his head towards the direction the robotic counter part had set his trap the Tiss'shar heard the grenade explosions and the cries of pain and surprise following. He kept his blades activated and with less speed than earlier he trotted after those that had gone after Seyfer. If they turned back they would see the twin red blades of the Jedi Exile, his spiked tail and silhouette standing two meters tall. His glowing blue predatory eyes burning with ethereal fire. The being emanated fear intentionally. He wanted to know Death was coming for them one way or another. They could turn back towards Cyzyn-Itza-Rus and face the representation of death or meet the deadly end of the Vigo's will. Either way they would be at their road's end.

@Insalius Rolled a 6

 

[Christopher Harlow]

Sometimes, even the best laid plans or situations could be undone by sheer bad luck. Just as Seyfer was about to strike at the four remaining smugglers in his dark corner of the docking area, a passing ship's lights illuminated him just before he could strike. He managed to take one of the men down with his blade, feeling satisfaction as he felt muscle and bone break under his assault before leaving the poor bastard in two halves on the ground. Now covered in his blood, Seyfer tried to move on when a barrage of blaster bolts came at him from the survivors. His reflexes heightened through skill, even he couldn't dodge all the rounds and his armor became pockmarked and useless. He even had a few chunks burned out of his actual body, not enough to be critical but enough to sting like a bastard. He retreated further down the alley, taking cover behind a crate as the smugglers did the same on their end, sending more shots down his way. For now, he just needed a moment to think of his next plan. There were only three left, he could do this.

@Darasuum

((OOC: Rolled a 2 to use the darkness to take these guys out. Whoops >.> ))

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Cyzyn-Itza-Rus must just not be meant to instile fear today for the men before him. They did not seem the least bit terrified by his presence. Then again there were plenty of wild animals that were not frightened by strange beasts. He had recently been on an unmarked planet that had not seen sentient presence ever and the animals had not fled from his presence there either. How he had enjoyed feasting on their flesh.

Lunging forward he would meet the level headed closest two that had turned towards him. They both had simple Thunderbuss rifles, tape wrapped around them and well used thus far. But the Tiss'shar was able to block one of the shots they fired at him. However one of the blates struck his left shoulder, practically melting the shoulder plate completely. While poorly made they had plenty of stopping power especially at this close range.

The Tiss'shar closed the distance before anything else could occur, putting his first victim between him and the next. His saber cut the thunderbuss in half, rendering it unusable for a follow up shot. If the second man wanted to fire at him his own comrade would provide a body shield for him to take the brunt of the attacks.

@Insalius rolled a one

 

[Christopher Harlow]

These smugglers were surprisingly skilled for the types of weapons they were carrying. Seyfer wondered what they could do if they ever got their hands on actual weaponry. Perhaps this was why they had managed to gain enough influence to run a slavery ring this profitable, or one of the many reasons. Regardless, the Vigo wasn't about to just lay down and die from their surprising alacrity. He was about to grab at another grenade when he saw a glint of light out of the corner of his eye. The wall of one of the containers was loose, the one he was next to. This gave him an idea. He managed to slip into the cargo container without being seen, evidenced by his soon to be victims still shooting at his cover, and managed to move the metal at the other end out of the way without making a racket louder than the blaster fire. It led exactly to where he thought it would, meaning he could easily slip around and take the others from behind.

He drew his blaster to do the honors. The one closest to him managed to hear him come up, but couldn't turn in time. One, two, three shots at close enough range to end their lives. The close one managed to splatter a bit more of his vital essence all over the droid, more that he would have to clean up. He noticed that Cyzyn was still engaged so he ran over to help, still a bit far to use his blaster. He was running as fast as he could, though, as he really didn't want his employer to get too hurt from the surprising skill of their targets. He'd have to try to learn where these men had gotten their training from, it could be very effective in training more soldiers for Nem'ro's army. At the very least, they were dying the death they deserved.

@Darasuum

((OOC: Rolled a total of 7 to flank and kill my enemies))

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The abnormally large form of thhe Tiss'shar could not hide behind the average sized body shield infront of him. The remaing thundbuss wielder fired a shot at only a few meters distance. The shot went over the head of the smuggler Cyzyn-Itza-Rus had just killed, singing his hair but impacting the side of the reptilian Exile's heavy drake armor. The force of the impact was so strong it blew the helmeet clean off and even surprised the being for a moment but not before he turned to violent anger.

Turning his head slowly his blue serpentine eyes focused on the man that had just shot him. He let the body in front of him slid off his crimson blades in a slump. He growled deeply and walked towards at his full height. The anger at the audacity of the man taking a shot at his face filling him. One frantic shot as he lumbered towards his last victim was batted aside. A second, third, all impacting random parts of the surrounding. The man tried to back pedal but tripped over the bodies of a comrade. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus pounced on him pinning him through his chest with both of his blades simultaneously. The man would let out a gasping wheeze as his lungs were set on fire, a small whisp of smoke exiting his mouth.

With a grunt the scaled being deactivated both lightsabers and looked around. He had the urge to kill the last victim with his claws and teeth. But that would have left some specific clues or at least raised some specific questions if the body was ever found. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus was moderately proud of his cool headed demeanor and so would not let any momentary passion and heated annoyance ruin a long running plan. He looked to Seyfer as he approached, seeing that he was in one piece as well though it looked like they both had taken some damage from the engagement. "You are well?" He asked to see if he was capable of moving the bodies rather than due to any friendly sentiment. He had an idea regarding what to do with the corpses.

@Insalius rolled a one + 3 modifier

 

[Christopher Harlow]

Ah, and just like that, everything was handled. Well, the dangerous work, anyway. Seyfer's run slowed down to jog, swinging his blade up to place in the scabbard on his back as he returned his blaster to his side. He made his way close Cyzyn, admiring his handiwork. "Well enough. These smugglers were scum, yet moderately talented scum. Besides for a change in armor and minor repairs, I'll be fine." He looked at the Tiss'shar's own wounds, his face frowning if it could. "How about yourself? I can provide first aid, if you need it. Or I can bring you back for proper medical attention, if it's needed." He really didn't want to have this handsome man hurt if he didn't have to, though all of that would have to wait for their mission to truly end anyway.

Looking around at the docking area, Seyfer took in all the bodies and the destruction they had caused. If the authorities saw this, or potential allies of these smugglers, they wouldn't need to do much to find some kind of track back to the both of them. "If you are fine for now, we should take care of the evidence. I am unsure of what you need from this, whether it be a warning to others or just eradication, but I don't advise leaving the corpses as a warning for even for that first option. What terrifies a man more than carnage is complete disappearance. Give them no answers and let their mind take off. It will fill with fear soon enough. Should we burn the bodies to ash in the flames of the engines on these ships? Should be hot enough, if that's what you wish."

@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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Cyzyn-Itza-Rus bent down once again, his tail rising to keep his balance as a counter weight as it did so naturally. He grabbed the man's arm before rising again. His free hand he used to simply wave away the offer of medical attention. He had received much worse in the past. Pain was just small part of being alive and if one's will was strong enough, one could ignore the better part of pain, or at least use it as fuel for their own ends. He would be sore for a day perhaps, but the facilities on board his farsight scout ship bore a medical suite that could heal him of extensive battlefield damage. Compared to such things this was just a mere bruising though he would need to see about getting his Armour repaired before he used it again.

As he walked by the second to last body he had slain he did a similar gesture as the one he had earlier and dragged both of them by the arm. They did not weigh very much to the large Tiss'shar. The Elensalite had made a good suggestion. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus had thought about tossing the bodies in a coolant vat where the bodies would disintegrate, clothes and all over time. Burning them was quicker but he would make sure that nothing was left save for ash. It would be worth taking the time to make sure there were no traces left.

Looking at one body he wondered if it would be worth taking onboard and consuming later. Then he thought better of it. He was not a gluton and keeping incriminating evidence was not something he could afford to do, not now. Besides, he still had plenty of the large Nexu he had killed a few days earlier. Its meat was still fresh and the scaled jedi exile enjoyed consuming the flesh of what he killed. He would have to seek more of the dangerous creatures out when he returned to the planet he had yet to name.

"A wise observation and a good idea." He praised the vigo. The robotic individual knew how to instile fear into others and operate efficiently, something the Dread Lord of Death would not soon forget. The next few minutes Cyzyn-Itza-Rus would strip what valuables were on the enslaving smuggler corpses. Their weapons and tools would be of use to his agenda later on allowing him time to not have to search for such equipment later on. The rest that was of little use to him would go with the rest of the cadavers and their minimal attire.

@Insalius no rolls needed

 

[Christopher Harlow]

Seyfer helped gather the bodies, then strip them of anything valuable before allowing Cyzyn to handle the disposal. As the other man did so, the Elensalite would go around their battleground and start removing signs of the struggle. He cleaned up what blood he could, smoothed out signs of disturbance, even picked up the pieces of his frag grenade and filled in the hole. By the time he was done the place was as spotless as it was going to get. Unless the authorities got some major forensics equipment set up here to find evidence, there wouldn't be a trace of them there at all. It was only then that Seyfer returned to Cyzyn to see the other man's own handiwork with the bodies. That should be the last part of the whole job, something that actually made him feel a little sad.

"The place is as clean as when we got here. There should be no evidence left, at least not any that can be found without days of searching with equipment I'm not sure this planet can afford." He looked his partner up and down, glad that the wounds he had taken weren't serious or permanent. "It was a pleasure working with you here. If you need anything else..." He leaned in, almost intimate, before continuing. "...ANYTHING...Don't hesitate to ask. You've got a good head on your shoulders to go with that handsome body of yours. If you ever get bored, I'd be glad to...entertain you. Or if you have another job, I'll back you up any day."

@Darasuum

 

[Cyzyn-Itza-Rus Xho'thal]

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The blood that had been spilled would be cleaned up to remove any traces of DNA. Cyzyn-Itza-Rus made a mental note to acquire a droid capable of cleaning up these sort of messes. It would be costly to have an organic cleaner come every time he ended up killing someone. No items of identification were taken, only simple things like the thundbusses, weapons, untraceable credits, and a few other items. He had his locust scavenger droids look them over as well. He had the droids use their laser cutters remove and erase clues to lightsaber damage. They were originally meant for dismantling star ship parts but concrete and metal architecture yielded to their work all the same. All the items and the droids themselves would be cleaned twice to make sure finger prints and potential biological traces were erased. If he gave one of the weapons to an associate who then go themselves into trouble the weapon could be confiscated and looked at. Then in turn the prints, if not wiped away, would signify a possible relation to the now dead smugglers. That would be a most unfortunate situation.

Cyzym-Itza-Rus nodded as he looked around, hearing Seyfer's confirmations. The last ashes flying away on the heated wind of the engine exhaust. He turned his head in time to see the abnormally close proximity of the individual. He did not find it bothersome, but a little odd. Most people preferred to keep their distance with him considering his bulk and predatory appearance. Handsome was also not a word people used to describe him. Fearsome, terrifying, mysterious perhaps but not handsome. But he felt that said more about the Elensalite than it did him. "Your performance is appreciated. I'll let you know if I am in need of your services. Remember, speak of this to no one." He said in a tone not meant to be threatening but was almost in the manner of a request.

The man would have the three various smuggling ships requisitioned and taken to a hidden warehouse. They would later be of potential use to his agendas. Though the ships themselves would be scrubbed down and cleaned. All logs of their previous jobs, cargo and crew would be wipped. If anyone came upon them they would see ships that had seemed to be gently used but otherwise inactive.

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